It was only nature conspiring to peak the kid's rather unusual interests regarding his budding sexuality. To be more precise, little Michael had a mot...er who even as she approached thirty years of age, still had a package that would give thoughts of impurity to the savior himself. For such a young connoisseur of the charms-of-a-women, like Michael, the allure of his lovely mother's 'talents and assets' were still utterly intoxicating and undeniably irresistible.With a shaking hand, the boy had. "I want to be a real girl mommy. I love wearing dresses and being dressedup for you. It is fun and I love being your daughter," she said withdelight."Hearing this makes Mommy so happy Melissa. I want you to know you looklike a beautiful young lady and not a boy in a dress. That is why mommyhas been giving you special vitamins to help you become a real girl. Doeswhat mommy just told you make you happy Melissa?" Of course it does mommy, of course it does!" Melissa hugged her motherand air kissed. I assumed she had a boyfriend, as beautiful as she was. Neither of us ever talked about our social life or our friends. The subject simply never came up.Then one day, out of the blue, Rita asked me if I had a girl-friend. I jokingly replied,“No, but if you want to apply, just let me know.”Rita laughed. “Do you think you could handle me?” she asked. “I can be quite moody.”The thought of dating Rita hadn’t really crossed my feeble mind. She was certainly very pretty and she had a great work. Hollis raised an eyebrow as she directed her gaze at Heather. "Miss Sovert."Mortified, Heather could barely meet her teacher's eyes, her pussy still throbbing. Her throat locked up."What were you doing just now?" Ms. Hollis demanded.Heather lifted her hand from under the desk. She thought better of it, but not before the light glistened on her damp fingers. She dropped the hand to her side. She closed her thighs to hide her wet panties from view. She uttered another small gasp and her hips.